Pretty soon Trish was murmuring in her sleep. She was obviously responding to the finger fucking that the black guy was giving her. The white guy by t...is time was kneeling down and sucking on Trish’ tits. The black guy whispered something to the other guy and they both turned to look at me. Obviously thinking I was still asleep, the black guy took out his dick and climbed onto the couch between my wife’s legs. He leaned over Trish, resting one arm on the back of the couch and holding his dick. "He's got a pulse. His breathing sucks, though. Damn, where is that ambulance? He's lost a ton of blood." Just then the paramedics ran up and took over.It was the next morning before they let Sophia in to see him."Are you family?" asked the doctor."I'm his girlfriend, I'm the closest thing. Our families are in Massachusetts. How is he?" Concussion, broken cheek, multiple facial bruises, broken ribs, broken left wrist, one of his lungs collapsed, and his rectum is a mess. Plus both of his knees. "Shut-up you baby," Harley scolded her in irritation, feeling as if he might slug her for good measure.Lonnie put his hand on Harley's shoulder. "Your dad is a strong man. He's been through a lot in his life. I'm hoping he can survive this gunshot wound." What if he don't?" Harley asked. "What then?"Lonnie looked at Harley, "Then you'll grieve for him, remember him, and somehow find a way to go on with your life. It's what he would want." I'd kill Drake Pennington if he wasn't already dead,". She's a wonderful lover and truly devoted to my mistresses, but she's also so much older that at times we don't have a lot in common.Bree would write, but I think she's still recovering from what happened to Erica. We knew about Erica being arrested when Horace and the rest of the tank crew returned alone. They could tell us that both Willow and Erica were alive, but that Erica was under arrest and Willow had been deliberately shipped out in the wrong direction. It started a very tense few.